Book, Chapter

1    1,  25|        by a massage with pure oil, and when our fatigue had
2    1,  26|  failing because of a lack of oil, shed a feeble and flickering
3    1,  26|      had gotten up and poured oil in the flickering lamps
4    1,  30| dressed them with vinegar and oil, and went to bed. The ruffian
5    2,  68|   some of the guests with hot oil. As Trimalchio did not wish
6    2,  79|      would smear my lips with oil so my beard would sprout
7    3, 102|   with spider's web soaked in oil; he then exchanged the poet'
8    5, 142|       she had smeared it with oil, ground pepper, and pounded
9    5, 160|   redolent of garlic and lamp oil soot. In addition to the